The Walk

It’s never enough to walk the walk. The walk springs heels heels spring teeth and the subtle lines– grace and poise– they sink their teeth into the eyes spun in lies routinely filed hook-line-sinker for the heart: flesh always leads astray.

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Phoenix Flight

Flames of her passing stream the silence between breathless twines of human grace, the air, her plane–the smooth fall among the flesh, a look to pin the longing touch, thirst for the flight they cannot share. Merely human, cries the hush of lights along her occupation– no remedy for the pale drip her candle set [...]

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Close at Hand

Where you touched me–silk, the milk of our desire, yoked yearning from the ilk: heart–they called it fire– the infinity of which might host ashen fractions of the passion, sired by a touch, a look unseen by most unbound by sea or land– the knowing when I sleep you breathe beside this silent hand, and [...]

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A Haiku Afternoon

Tomorrow, a more fantastical post. Today, a short dose of the poetic: Rose petals drift perilous bedside seas– her breathless touch. – Night gown nonsense– heat beckons through wood and wind wild by moonlight. Note: Don’t forget to check out my guest blog appearance on Jessica Kristie’s “Inspiring Ink” segment today! I may be talking [...]

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To lie in Auburn Summer

Dawn-lit lovers tell of Indian summers, the name and shape of which are lost to caresses of cabaret visions, the Auburn night that host beach-born indecision, the look that chains that sky unto the post between grains of fleshed collusion– she sings still in toast, to the figure of our delusion.

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Wanderlust

Regurgitated lives lie between us gray puddles reflecting open air— watered sounds, reticent ripples rearing wanderlust eyes, consumed in flesh. * Busy week indeed – my first attempt at poetry since the book hit e-reader publication last week. Since then, of course, things have only gotten more hectic. Launched a Facebook page for proper social [...]

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Bedside

* A work in progress – critique welcome! Broad strokes, bedside broached the topic of wedded blasphemy, through bygone whispers renovated in bravado, battered with the blue breeze bloody braggarts call carnal bastardization. An immigration of conscience instituted something like incontinence. Winged Aphrodite pulled hormones through the shaft of her soul, but ringed Bast barred [...]

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Her #Haiku

It is dew I drink Mere drops of her spirit fall Yet it is all world.

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Breathe #Haiku

Breathing in, breathing Life like summer rain falling into heart’s desire.

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Spring’s Caress

Just a drink of you young hearts turn to spring’s caress burning in your waves.

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